I Think Of A Hero As Someone

You Can't Imagine Parlor Ballads Drifting Out Of High-rise Multi-towered Buildings. That Kind Of Music Existed In A More Timeless State Of Life.

Through The Mad Mystic Hammering Of The Wild Ripping Hail The Sky Cracked Its Poems In Naked Wonder

Up North, You Could Find These Radio Stations With No Name On The Dials That Played Pre-rock 'n' Roll Things - Country Blues. We Would Hear Slim Harpo Or Lightnin' Slim And Gospel Groups, The Dixie Hummingbirds, The Five Blind Boys Of Alabama. I Was So Far North, I Didn't Even Know Where Alabama Was.

Can't Keep Track Of It No More, Son's Becoming Husbands To Their Mothers, And Old Men Turning Your Daughters Into Whores.

Ain't Nothing Too Discreet About The Disease Of Conceit.